Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart.

Alarum.

[Dies.

Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, Young
CATO, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, and LUCILIUS.

Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie?
Mes. Lo, yonder; and Titinius mourning it.
Bru. Titinius' face is upward.

Cato.

He is slain.

Bru, O Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet! Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords In our own proper entrails.

Cato.

[Low alarums.

Brave Titinius!

Look, whe'r he have not crowned dead Cassius !

Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as

these?—

The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!

It is impossible that ever Rome

Should breed thy fellow.-Friends, I owe more

tears

To this dead man than you shall see me pay.-
I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.—
Come, therefore, and to Thassos send his body:
His funerals shall not be in our camp,

Lest it discomfort us.-Lucilius, come ;—
And come, young Cato ;-let us to the field.

Labeo, and Flavius, set our battles on :

"T is three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night We shall try fortune in a second fight.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV. Another Part of the Field.

Alarum. Enter, fighting, Soldiers of both Armies ; then BRUTUS, Young CATO, LUCILIUS, and others. Bru. Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads.

Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go with me?

I will proclaim my name about the field:

I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!

A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend;
I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!

[Charges the enemy.

Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus.

[Exit, charging the enemy. CATO is over

powered, and falls.

Lucil. O young and noble Cato, art thou down? Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius, And may'st be honoured, being Cato's son.

1 Sold. Yield, or thou diest.

Lucil. Only I yield to die : There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight;

[Offering money.

Kill Brutus, and be honoured in his death.

1 Sold. We must not.-A noble prisoner! 2 Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is

ta'en.

1 Sold. I'll tell the news.-Here

comes the

general.

Enter ANTONY.

Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord.

Ant. Where is he?

Lucil. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough. I dare assure thee, that no enemy

Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus:

The gods defend him from so great a shame!
When you do find him, or alive or dead,

He will be found like Brutus, like himself.

Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure

you,

A prize no less in worth. Keep this man safe;
Give him all kindness: I had rather have
Such men my friends, than enemies.

Go on

And see whe'r Brutus be alive, or dead;

And bring us word, unto Octavius' tent,

How everything is chanced.

[Exeunt.

SCENE V.-Another Part of the Field.

Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and VOLUMNIUS.

Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this

Cli. Statilius showed the torch-light; but, my

lord,

He came not back: he is or ta'en or slain.

Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus: slaying is the word;

It is a deed in fashion.

Hark thee, Clitus.

[Whispering.

Cli. What, I, my lord? No, not for all the

Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee ?

Dar. To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates, Cli. Now is that noble vessel full of grief, That it runs over even at his eyes.

Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius:

word.

Vol. What says my lord?

Bru.

list a

Why, this, Volumnius:

The ghost of Cæsar hath appeared to me
Two several times by night,-at Sardis once,
And, this last night, here in Philippi fields:
I know my hour is come.

Vol.

Not so, my lord.

Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.

Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes;
Our enemies have beat us to the pit :

[Low Alarums,

It is more worthy to leap in ourselves,
Than tarry till they push us.
Thou know'st that we two

gether;

Good Volumnius,

went to school to

Even for that our love of old, I pray thee,
Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it.
Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord.

[Alarum still.

Cli. Fly, fly, my lord! there is no tarrying

here.